Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 8

"These are beautiful Louis." Harry says while taking the bouquet of red and yellow roses Louis holds out to him. "Thank you." He adds and pecks the older man's lips.

Louis smiles bashfully and wraps his left arm around Harry's waist. "They made me think of you when I saw them, so I figured I'd buy them for you." He replies smiling sweetly.

"They're perfect." Harry says before placing his free hand on Louis' cheek and connecting their lips again. "Let me just get a vase to put them in, then we can get started, yeah?" He takes Louis' hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. "Everyone will be here at four, Zayn and Perrie already had plans with her parents for lunch."

Harry walks into the scullery and comes back out with a vase, filling it up with water before placing the roses in it.

"I got you this as well." Louis holds out a bottle of wine for Harry to take.

"Thank you." Harry says, his eyes falling on the letters printed in gold- Limited Edition - 1973. He looks back up to Louis, his eyes wide. "Are you absolutely crazy? This is vintage!" Harry exclaims holding up the bottle. "This must have cost you a small fortune Louis. I can't drink this. WE CAN'T DRINK THIS." He shakes his head. "I'd feel too bad." He adds looking back down at the bottle again.

"Harry, please. I know how much you love a good merlot, and I was assured that these bottles were the best." Louis says and leans forward, leaving a peck to Harry's lips. "Now give me the corkscrew, so that we can get this bad boy to start breathing, yeah?" He takes the bottle from Harry.

Harry's left standing at the counter, fondly watching Louis eyeing the bottle. "Are you trying to get me drunk mister Tomlinson?" He asks jokingly, popping his dimples when meeting Louis' eyes before he turns around and rummages through a drawer for the corkscrew, handing it to Louis as soon as he finds it.

"N- n- no." Louis stutters out the single word.

"You could have fooled me." Harry winks before turning back around grabbing a pot and pan from the rail next to the stove.

Louis chuckles and then starts opening the bottle. "We both know that a bottle of wine basically does nothing to you, and besides, we'll be sharing this one."

"Well, I've never had vintage wine before." Harry says and wiggles his eyebrows before handing Louis the chicken fillets, a cutting board and a knife. "Will you manage to cut these into little squares?"

Louis rolls his eyes. "Love, just because I don't cook often, doesn't mean I don't know how to cut chicken." He states matter of factly.

"Just making sure. The last time I asked you to cut it into squares, we ended up having chicken strips for dinner." Harry teases and leans forward to place a soft and sweet kiss to Louis' lips, letting the older man know that he is only joking.

"Well in my defense, you never specified how long you wanted the squares to be." Louis says as he starts unwrapping the meat.

Harry let's out a loud cackle and tilts his head while fondly looking at Louis, not wanting to correct him about squares being more or less the same length each side.

"What?" Louis asks incredulously.

"Nothing, you're right." Harry says, smiling. "I didn't specify."

"I know. I was here." Louis says and places the first fillet on the cutting board.

Harry walks back over to the vase with roses, softly running his fingertips over their petals while he admires them again. "When did you even get time to go buy these? You were with me the whole morning."